The problem with history and historians is that they (and so the history itself), are always desperately trying to separate the truth from the coloured perspectives of events. Given that as people, it is impossible to observe and relate an event, without tainting that account in some way, it would seem that the pursuit of historians is rather futile.
This then is the beauty of The Polish House. It does not present itself as a scholarly work of history. Instead, it presents one man's understanding of events, based around his own experiences and those of his family.
In doing so, it answers more of the questions that so many Pole's, especially those forced to live in exile since the Second World War, have been asking, than any historian could ever hope to.
It is just such a personal account that Poland as a nation has been denied for so long, being so much the focus of puerile historical academic work. Sikorski gives back to Polish people a sense of belonging to that nation by recognising the people, their experiences and by bringing to the fore the experiences of Poles during the war - experiences that historians seem to overlook all to regularly.